Novel & Cerita Father And Son Erotica

“Your big cock is ruining your son’s wife, Daddy. I’m such a bad girl… cheating on my husband with his own father while he’s unconscious.” I rode him harder, faster, my ass bouncing frantically. One hand slipped between my legs to rub my swollen clit in tight circles. My second orgasm crashed through me within minutes—my pussy convulsing violently around him. Fresh cream gushed down his shaft, soaking his balls completely. I climbed off his still-raging erection with a wet pop, strings of my cum and his precum connecting us. With lust-fueled strength, I dragged his heavy, limp body down to the dark basement—the same place where he had effortlessly dominated and fucked me earlier as my forbid

He fisted his hand in her hair. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice thick. She looked up, her eyes wide and dark with submission and desire. “My son loves this slut and he has no idea that she is fucking his father too for months now,” he said, the words a tortured confession as he re-entered her, this angle even deeper.

He leaned closer to peck her on the cheek. “Dad?” Santiago’s voice echoed through the kitchen. Domingo quickly straightened up, his hands slid into his pockets, his eyes were on the floor searching for nothing. “You came already?” Santiago asked as he opened the fridge to get a bottle of water. “Good morning to you too, son.” He said. “Hey baby,” Santiago walked over to where Renata stood, his arms circling her waist, just the same way Domingo did a few minutes ago. It was safe to say it was a father and son fetish.

I nibbled on my lower lip. “It was too new and too soon,” I told her. “And then you stopped talking to me because of the whole Ethan thing. Plus, I had no idea how to bring up the fact that I’ve been sleeping with your father. It was awkward for me, but I never meant to make you feel disincluded in anyway, Irene.” She was quiet for a long while, processing my words. “My father hasn’t had a serious girlfriend in years,” she murmured. “After my mom died, there was this one woman that I thought he was going to marry.”

His body fits perfectly on the screen. Keatton slowly undressed and saw his Daddy gulped. He grabbed the phone and focused the camera on his pussy. “See this pussy, Daddy? This is all yours. No one could have it except you,” and he inserted one finger. “Ohhhhhh. Daddy. Yes, please. Ohhhhh. Please put your big fingers on my pussy. Find my g-spot and fingered me quick. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Do you like that, Daddy? Your son is showing you his pussy. Isn’t this immoral?” and he held the phone on his face and bit his lips.

“My daughter is right down the hall unpacking, and I’m still breeding this greedy womb. Feel how full you are? How stretched? That’s all daddy’s seed. I’m going to keep pumping you until your belly swells and you have no choice but to tell her the truth—that you let her father knock you up like a filthy whore.” His hips snapped harder, the wet slapping of skin on skin dangerously loud. Cum from earlier loads frothed white around his pistoning cock, spraying out onto the marble floor with every brutal plunge. He reached around and rubbed my clit viciously, forcing my body toward another shattering orgasm despite how sore and used I already was. “Come for me,” he demanded, teeth grazing my nec

Then his tongue on the welts, soothing it before he mounted me, his cock thick and veined, slamming into me deeply. I could not shake those images from my head as I stood there by the gate, my hand still gripping the cool metal. My dad's voice faded into the background, but my mind plunged deeper into the fantasy, pulling me under like a strong current. I imagined walking through that front door one day, not alone, but with a Dom at my side. His arm heavy around my shoulders possessively , his fingers digging into my muscle just enough to remind me who owned me now. My dad would look up from his chair, his face twisting in shock as he saw us together, me, his son, clinging to some older man.

"Dad can push all he wants. I'm not fucking her." I lifted my head, looking at him, heart pounding for a different reason now. "Then who are you fucking?" He smirked, rolling us so he was on top again, cock already half hard against my pussy. "You, Alecia. Only you right now. This pussy's too good to share." I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling him slide against me wet and ready. "Prove it," I whispered, and he did, thrusting back inside me slow and deep, fucking me lazy this time, kissing me while he moved, making me cum twice more before we finally stopped, too exhausted to keep going.

“I need your cock, Father. Fill me. Please.” He kissed me again to muffle our sounds, thrusting faster, deeper. His balls slapped against me as he railed me relentlessly. I came again, clenching around his thick shaft, and that pushed him over the edge. With a deep, broken groan, Father Elias buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of forbidden cum. So much it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs. We stayed locked together, panting. His forehead rested against mine, guilt already creeping back into his eyes.

His father’s hand muffles my moan while James devours me, his fingers digging into my thighs, spreading me wider for his mouth. “That’s it,” Michael whispers. “Let him taste you. Let him make you feel good.” I’m already close – the adrenaline of almost getting caught, the forbidden nature of this, father and son working together to undo me. James’s tongue is relentless, circling my clit, pushing inside me, learning what makes me gasp and shake. “She’s dripping,” James reports, pulling back briefly. His chin is wet. His eyes are wild. “Dad, she’s fucking soaked.”